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La Petite Marchande de prose

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Daniel Pennac
Daniel Pennac

Daniel Pennac, born on December 1, 1944, is a renowned French writer known for his humorous, satirical, and insightful works. His writing has won him numerous literary awards in France and has been translated into multiple languages, gaining international acclaim. more

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